A New Year

by joetwo

Cold winds blew through gaps in the skirting when Susan made to throw the blanket off, thought better of it, and sat up with it wrapped around like a shawl.

She shuffled on slippered feet, over bare floors, past empty rooms and barren cupboards until reaching the one window not boarded up.

Through its shattered panes she could see the sun shining warmly, the first warm sun in many months.

But one swallow does not make a summer she knew, she had many hard weeks ahead.

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Written for The Light and Shade Challenge of Friday the 27th of June 2014

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